Gallavich Fluff & Smut

If You're Mine Then I'm Yours

By: BekkaChaos
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Summary:

Based on a prompt: 

Mutual possession! Hickeys, biting, scratching, "you're mine" just all the fucking possession (& fucking & possession). But in a sweet romantic way not in a demanding "I own you" way

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They were supposed to be getting an early night, sleeping for the desired eight hours, but that was never going to happen.

Ian came home late after spending some time with his family, Mickey was already trying to get started on his sleep. He lay in bed facing the wall as Ian opened the door to the bedroom and closed it behind him.

Ian sat on the edge of the bed beside Mickey, smiling at him and running a single finger down the length of his side and watched as goose-bumps spread over his skin and he shivered.

“Eh,” Mickey said. “What you doing?”

“I love coming in every night to you in my bed, I know technically it’s your bed but still. Feels good knowing you’re all mine.”

“Oh, ‘all yours’ huh?” Mickey said, rolling onto his back with his hands behind his head. “How do you figure that?”

Ian smirked. “Please, you know it’s true.”

“Yeah, yeah,” he said. “You getting’ in or what?”

“Going for a shower first,” he said, getting up and stripping out of his shirt as he walked towards the bathroom. “You coming?”

Mickey grinned, getting up quickly to follow him.

Ian was quick to undress, standing in all his glory as he waited for the water to get warm enough. Mickey stared at him as he lowered his boxers down over his hips, it was a sight he had seen numerous times before but somehow it still managed to dazzle him.

Ian climbed in behind the shower curtain and Mickey was quick to follow, pushing Ian out of the shower stream and up against the cold tile wall so he could get some of the heat.

“Shit! That’s cold,” Ian said and jumped back from it. “Shower hog.”

Mickey was grinning again, running his fingers through his black hair and biting his lip when Ian’s eyes ran up and down the length of his body.

“Like what you see?” he said.

Ian got in close, slipping an arm around Mickey’s back and sliding the other one down over his wet skin until his hand was cupping his ass and giving it a slow squeeze.

“I love what I see,” he said and Mickey rolled his eyes.

Ian’s lips were pressed against Mickey’s before he had the chance to come back with a smart ass comment. He didn’t fight him, he just closed his eyes and parted his lips to let him in and wrapped his arms around him, the warm water running down over the both of them.

Mickey let his nails drag gently down Ian’s back, making him hum appreciatively into his lips. He slowly pushed Mickey back two small steps until he had him pinned to the wall. He pulled his lips away with a jolt and his whole body thrust outwards as he yelped.